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Turning over in inturrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful
you've locked the vermin in the other bedroom
to be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful
now find the fault cause your boyfriend can't read
reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need
so unhappy yet so preoccupied
never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied
your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine(x2)
queen dependancy is cowering, please don't be confused
you are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse
virtue isn't tangible and sense of self is dated
names consant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated
your spine is made of metal, your veins are bound in electric tape
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face
Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies
then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized
your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine (x3)
within the walls i hear all of it's legs
there must be so many to carry it over our heads
seething and unsettled and oh such a letdown
And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound
your legacy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine
your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine (x3